Copyright © 2002 Chris Gonnerman. All Rights Reserved.
As I have said, it was a bit of a foggy night. Visibility was perhaps thirty or
forty yards at ground level in the business district where I found myself
walking. As I was still invisible, the homeless people on the streets did not
accost me, and I felt I was making good time.
There were few cars parked at streetside there, and I had seen only one on the
street. As I walked by one parked car, which I took for a derelict, I saw
something reflected in the windshield.
I had dropped to the ground and rolled left, toward the nearest building, before
it fully registered what I had seen: a man in black, with a sword, coming at me
from out of the sky. I leapt to my feet, my invisibility shattered, in time to
see him land. He turned toward me, smiling an evil smile, and for a moment I
looked back at him.
He was in close-fitting black clothing, wielding a straight-bladed sword with
a finger-loop in the hilt. He looked enough like the man who attacked me on
Saturday to be his brother, or perhaps a cousin.
I saw him beginning a leap toward me, and I spoke the word and activated the
Flight spell I had prepared. I ascended as fast as I could, flying up into a
nearby alley to avoid being seen by anyone on the street.
Well, that was a mistake. I looked back to see my assailant bouncing back and
forth across the alleyway, kicking off first from one wall, then the other, and
he was keeping pace with me. Several times during the ascent he hacked at my
feet with his sword, brushing the sole of my shoe once.
I had not prepared a fast Flight spell, but only one with a long duration, and
so outrunning him seemed out of the question; however he definitely was leaping,
not flying, so I still had hope of avoiding his blade.
Do you ask yourself why I fled? The last of his kind I had fought had nearly
killed me, but my ring saved my life. This time I was nowhere near a Ley line;
if he hit me in a vital area with his sword I would surely be dead. So I flew
upward as fast as I could.
I cleared the top of the roof of the building; it was only ten stories, and its
neighbor only nine. I continued up as fast as I could, but I saw that he was
making his most powerful leap from the rooftop. This time he would hit me for
I stopped, waiting for his approach, and I saw him smiling in triumph as he drew
back his sword. At the last moment I dropped straight down, adding gravity to
my spell's power, and though he hacked down as far as he could he couldn't quite
reach me. Leaping, you see, he couldn't change direction until he hit something
solid, but flying I could.
Now behind him, I ascended to an altitude where I could still see him, but he
could not reach me; or so I thought. It was dark, but not so foggy up there as
ground level, and I yet had a Mystic Vision spell in effect, making his
defensive magic glow in my vision. He landed, turned, and shook his left fist
at me. "Solomoriah," he yelled, "beware. You are meddling with things you do
not understand! Stay away from the girl, do not pursue her case, or next time I
will not fail to kill you!"
"Always have I sought vengeance against those who prey upon the innocent. I
will not be turned so easily!" As I spoke these words, my attacker tossed his
sword in the air, reversed his grip, and threw it at me. It flew at me,
straight and true toward my heart, but I quickly dodged aside and let it pass.
It was now descending toward the roof of the shorter, neighboring building, and
I turned to pursue it, thinking to leave him disarmed; then as I flew after it I
realized it was probably a trap. Without looking behind me to confirm it, I
dived down into the alleyway. His curses as he passed overhead were like music
The shorter building was, in fact, an open parking structure, and I flew into
the second tier from the top, dodging the numerous concrete pillars by narrow
margins. What had seemed a slow Flight spell in open space now seemed faster
than prudent in close quarters, but I did not dare slow down. I executed a hard
right turn, rolled onto my back and flew out the front of the building.
In that position I could see my attacker leaping at me; he had already retrieved
his sword. He seemed to know where I was, or somehow he could anticipate my
movements; but as I had successfully dodged him twice I knew his power wasn't
As he approached I allowed myself to hover and released my most powerful Force
Bolt at him. I don't know how much harm it did to him, but it knocked him back
toward the parking structure. He hit a solid exterior pillar with a loud thump
and then began to fall the seven or so stories to the ground. I lost sight of
him in the low-lying fog.
Given a breather at last, I released my Kinetic Shield. It was as powerful as I
could make it, and I hoped it would be strong enough. Then I began to fly
straight for home.
Well, to make a long story shorter, I made it without further trouble. I found
and followed the correct Ley lines to the junction where the permanent Tap
decended to my house, and landed with time to spare on my Flight spell. I went
around the house, casting spells of Closing on the exterior doors and windows,
arriving at last in the master bedroom.
As I cast the Closing on the windows there, Mara sat up in the bed. "How did it
"At the support group, it went well, but on the way home someone tried to kill
me." I allowed her a moment of shock as I undressed. "In appearance he
resembled the man from Saturday's attack, but this one threatened me if I didn't
drop Kimberly's case."
I must have looked pretty bad, because Mara said, "You can tell me about it in
the morning, my love."
I took a quick shower and collapsed into bed. Mara kissed me, and I said "Ah,
all the doors and windows have Closing on them..." and I told her a word
to dismiss it. She repeated the word for me, I think, but I was already asleep.
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